“Pick up
the pen son, and
put her at ease.” Get-well
cards for my healthy and reformed
Mother.
Hospital gowns will cloak scarred wrists,
but wedding rings shine, now
more than ever.
“Our love
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC
“Pick up
the pen son, and
put her at ease.” Get-well
cards for my healthy and reformed
Mother.
Hospital gowns will cloak scarred wrists,
but wedding rings shine, now
more than ever.
“Our love
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